I have a thing for simplicity. I don't live by the rule necessarily, but I like the idea of it. I'm fascinated by people who give up "creature comforts" and the things the rest of us would probably have to have pried out of our cold dead hands before we gave them up. This video is about a woman with a house no bigger than the size of a parking lot (or my former single occupancy dorm room). She said in a Good Morning America video that she only keeps 300 things - and that includes her toothbrush and her car.
I wonder how many things I have? I probably have close to 300 in my bathroom alone. Not to mention my wardrobe, books, craft supplies, kitchen gadgets, etc.
It makes me feel guilty for the bumper stick I have that says "The best things in life aren't things." I believe it, but do I live it?
I feel a purge coming on.
I have no idea if anyone is reading this anymore. If you have been loyally checking back now and again I applaud you. At one point this blog was a therapeutic outlet for me. I'm glad to have a chronicle of my experiences during this time of my life. Now, however, instead of a creative outlet it's more of a nagging reminder that I should be posting and this girl does not need one more thing on her "To Do" list. I'd love for you to explore the archives if you so chose. If you have already done so, here's a brief update: Friendster Guy and I are still together and co-habitating. We are in domestic, but still unwedded, bliss (that status could be a post or two in and of itself, but, as I've just said, I'm done with that.) We're so domesticated we're in the market for granite countertops. We also just returned from an Aussie/New Zealand vacation and if 8 days in a tiny RV won't solidify (or destroy) a relationship nothing will. We're stronge
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